Love Is A Battlefield
Recently I had the opportunity to drive through my old neighbor. I needed to drop off gifts and return a few belongings to a friend. The short drive over through the old hood, bittersweet. I just kept hearing over and over in my head love is a battlefield. The love of that neighborhood, the decline of the residents and the dilapidated environment from those who refuse to leave because it is only what they know. To start again, digging up roots, refinancing new mortgages and taking on new people, places and things would be a scary disadvantage for those that are stuck with misery. Driving past my old house, I could hear the ghosts of 1005 Bates cry out. They too stuck between walls, stories from a turbulent past and decades of one family's traumas. I am glad I moved. I am thankful for the opportunity that I was able to leave it behind. Bittersweet.
It was not but a few months back someone was murdered on that front lawn. My old house that now has but one more ghost... chilling.
My grandfather having a shoe repair shop for over 40 years housed a business at Bates and Grace Ave. Now a loyal order of ... alcoholics, a private club, occupies the building. Where once a neighborhood of good decent hard-working families brought their shoes for repair, now a neighborhood that exhibits and ducks gunfire; diligently trying to avoid car-jackings. Grand at Holly Hills ranked as the #1 in carjackings for So. St. Louis. Just recently a carjacking and kidnapping took place ( someone close in my family circle) at the Walgreens at Grand and Bates. Heart-wrenching... and appallingly pathetic that that kind of disrespect and lack of human regard would happen to someone I know. Luckily by the grace of God, after getting what they wanted, he was released unharmed. Praise Jesus!
Love is a battlefield, the streets I grew up on and roamed for years... a breeding ground for hardened thugs that prey on those who are left at their disposal.
I had received an email from a woman who talks a similar story. Frustrated that her other half refuses to acknowledge the danger that he has put her in. She says, " he owns 2 houses and rents the one out to a family member. He uses both facilities to house his clutter, unwanted crap, an old vehicle and tools that I have yet to see him use. If I would have known it was this dangerous... but I was so misled and now I feel so stuck and betrayed. He will not budge. He claims... but this is where I live. These are my things! be thankful I took you away from..."
Me: (what her familiar safety?)
The dangers of moving and not knowing your environment can prove detrimental. My question first would be, why would you have taken his offer or any words at face value without exercising your right to investigate where you were moving? How blindfolded were you? A person who knows nothing else and is rigid to the core about HIS stuff... is selfish, set in his ways, attached to belongings that hold some past memory and fear keeps him from wanting to financially start over. Odds are, if things are already paid off... he is looking at the situation that is conducive for him... not you! Take note! Be careful also if he is playing down your fear... if you are fearful you have the right to be fearful.
As an entrepreneur, myself, now researching new areas that I am wanting to move, you can bet I am doing my homework. My criteria scrutinizingly calculated. I know what I am looking for and what I need to house my needs and my business. My challenge will come with getting a loan based on being an entrepreneur with a small yearly but fortunately, enough equity that may most likely will save the day!!
15 years since I lived in that old hood... lots of life that has occurred in the last 15 years. I have seen karma once again play her hand. What started in the making 15 years ago is now playing out in living color. What actions you played or had a part in... is showing you today the results. Whether good, bad or indifferent, love is a battlefield in the streets you dwell in or the house of cards you built!
It was nice to reminisce in my old neighborhood. I casually drove the old streets recalling houses and people and places. Events that took place in my family home and the many days I sat at my grandpas shop helping him with piddly things so that I could spend time with him.
It is true what they say, you can't go home because home is a place that no longer exists... it is just a faint memory of something that used to be! Another life another time... belonging to someone else.
So for those that refuse to budge and keeping themselves in arm's length of danger; look around, the times and tides have gravely turned... living life in what used to be is frightfully life-threatening and because this is all you know... is the worst excuse known to man.
Be Happy Be Blessed,
Kitryn Marie
#writer #speaker #influencer #educator #lifecoach #businesscoach
It was not but a few months back someone was murdered on that front lawn. My old house that now has but one more ghost... chilling.
My grandfather having a shoe repair shop for over 40 years housed a business at Bates and Grace Ave. Now a loyal order of ... alcoholics, a private club, occupies the building. Where once a neighborhood of good decent hard-working families brought their shoes for repair, now a neighborhood that exhibits and ducks gunfire; diligently trying to avoid car-jackings. Grand at Holly Hills ranked as the #1 in carjackings for So. St. Louis. Just recently a carjacking and kidnapping took place ( someone close in my family circle) at the Walgreens at Grand and Bates. Heart-wrenching... and appallingly pathetic that that kind of disrespect and lack of human regard would happen to someone I know. Luckily by the grace of God, after getting what they wanted, he was released unharmed. Praise Jesus!
Love is a battlefield, the streets I grew up on and roamed for years... a breeding ground for hardened thugs that prey on those who are left at their disposal.
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I had received an email from a woman who talks a similar story. Frustrated that her other half refuses to acknowledge the danger that he has put her in. She says, " he owns 2 houses and rents the one out to a family member. He uses both facilities to house his clutter, unwanted crap, an old vehicle and tools that I have yet to see him use. If I would have known it was this dangerous... but I was so misled and now I feel so stuck and betrayed. He will not budge. He claims... but this is where I live. These are my things! be thankful I took you away from..."
Me: (what her familiar safety?)
***
The dangers of moving and not knowing your environment can prove detrimental. My question first would be, why would you have taken his offer or any words at face value without exercising your right to investigate where you were moving? How blindfolded were you? A person who knows nothing else and is rigid to the core about HIS stuff... is selfish, set in his ways, attached to belongings that hold some past memory and fear keeps him from wanting to financially start over. Odds are, if things are already paid off... he is looking at the situation that is conducive for him... not you! Take note! Be careful also if he is playing down your fear... if you are fearful you have the right to be fearful.
As an entrepreneur, myself, now researching new areas that I am wanting to move, you can bet I am doing my homework. My criteria scrutinizingly calculated. I know what I am looking for and what I need to house my needs and my business. My challenge will come with getting a loan based on being an entrepreneur with a small yearly but fortunately, enough equity that may most likely will save the day!!
15 years since I lived in that old hood... lots of life that has occurred in the last 15 years. I have seen karma once again play her hand. What started in the making 15 years ago is now playing out in living color. What actions you played or had a part in... is showing you today the results. Whether good, bad or indifferent, love is a battlefield in the streets you dwell in or the house of cards you built!
It was nice to reminisce in my old neighborhood. I casually drove the old streets recalling houses and people and places. Events that took place in my family home and the many days I sat at my grandpas shop helping him with piddly things so that I could spend time with him.
It is true what they say, you can't go home because home is a place that no longer exists... it is just a faint memory of something that used to be! Another life another time... belonging to someone else.
So for those that refuse to budge and keeping themselves in arm's length of danger; look around, the times and tides have gravely turned... living life in what used to be is frightfully life-threatening and because this is all you know... is the worst excuse known to man.
Be Happy Be Blessed,
Kitryn Marie
#writer #speaker #influencer #educator #lifecoach #businesscoach
Home Sweet Home... The house that she built... that dwells in the Lord
